Jazz Mans Blues
Jazz man was full of rhythm in orange and red
The tune was bluesy, she quickly and excitedly said
He pays no attention to anything but the beat,
We like to listen to his melodies while we eat
So we went to the house of Jazz man red, who was smoking hot
He sang of things that most of us had never even been taught
Jazz man had a way that showed us a new sound for sure
His tunes were amazingly clever, but also totally pure.
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